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No. 6949
Okay so here it is:
Is this the end...? I dunno. It all depends.
Enjoy, crits welcome~
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Days turned into weeks, and soon a month had passed of Engineer and Sniper’s ‘private shower time.' Every day they woke up earlier than the rest of the team to go down and ‘prepare for the day.' Naturally, all they ever did was grind against each other. It was just to get rid of tension, they told themselves.
One morning, Sniper got up at his usual time, grabbed a clean uniform and went to the showers just like every other day. The only difference was that Engineer didn’t come down for the shower. At all. As the Aussie washed himself, he kept glancing to the door but, even as he started to get dressed in his clean clothes, the man wasn’t there. And so a sexually frustrated Sniper went up to his perch with his rifle, grumbling and griping about everything in sight.
In Sniper’s mind it didn’t make any sense; if he was so desperate for release, he could use his own hand, right? But every time he touched himself, it felt like something was missing. It took a whole day of poor attempts at killing BLU’s to realize that he /needed/ Engineer’s touch. It was extremely disturbing.
When the alarm for the end of the day finally rang, Sniper grabbed his stuff and marched to his nest with a rather angry expression. Those he passed didn’t speak to him and, in turn, he ignored them. Once up in his room he sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He wasn’t even hungry.
Sniper sat like that for a good few minutes as he pondered what to do. Suddenly, like a ton of bricks, it hit him: he would go visit Engineer! The man worked in a little station in the basement where no one would hear them unless they came to visit. Oh, Sniper would make sure that Engie wouldn't be left alone tonight.
Getting to his feet, Sniper stopped in mid-stride as he realized what he was doing. He wanted to nail that Texan, and he was about to go down there and do it. “Bloody hell, what am I doin’?” The Australian growled to himself as he sat back down on his bed. He wasn’t a fag, was he?
Screw it; he was going to Engineer’s place to tell him that they’d best leave each other alone. That was what he was going to do. Nodding briskly to himself, he walked down the stairs, hands in his pockets. He would end it, and maybe things could go back to normal. The Texan probably felt the same way, since he hadn’t come down to the showers today.
He didn’t even step lightly, too deep in thought to hear the rapid pitter-pattering of another pair of shoes rushing his way. Before he could react, Scout darted around the corner and nearly ran into him.
“Hey, man, what brings you out of your hidey-hole?” The Bostonian asked, skidding to a stop just inches short of the Australian. Sniper glared at him, but the anger faded. Scout was gay; he’d be able to sort him out, right? Out of desperation, Sniper didn’t realize this was /Scout/ he was talking about, and proceeded to spew his thoughts.
“Uh, I was going to Engineer’s place and…” he paused when Scout bursted into laughter.
“I knew you two were fags after all!” he cracked up, nearly falling over with mirth. Sniper blushed. Why the fuck had he opened his mouth to Scout in the first place? What was wrong with him?
“We aren’t ‘fags’!” Sniper hissed, his eyes glittering dangerously behind his shades. He was so used to them that he almost never took them off. Eventually, Scout recovered, catching his breath.
“Don’t lie, man. Here,” he pulled out an unmarked tube and put it in Sniper’s pocket before he could say anything. “You’ll need that. Good luck, fag-master!” And with that the little runner was off, leaving Sniper flustered, and more confused than he had been before.
With a frustrated sigh, Sniper travelled the rest of the way to Engie’s workshop unhindered. He knocked on the workshop door, and wasn’t surprised to hear a drawling voice tell him to come in.
Opening the door, he stepped inside, and was promptly greeted by a surprisingly organized work area, with a desk in the middle covered in blue-prints and tools. Engineer was bent over these blue prints, and didn’t look up when Sniper closed, and locked, the door.
“Whatchya need, pard’ner?” Engie’s voice was sharp, as if he lacked his usual patience today. He still hadn't realized that it was Sniper who had come in. The Aussie cleared his throat nervously.
“Uh…” Why had he come down here again? He couldn’t remember. “I… I was wonderin’ why you didn’t come down this mornin’, mate,” he said sheepishly, earning a curse from the other man’s mouth as he straightened up at a speed Sniper didn’t know was humanly possible.
“What’re you /doin/ here?” Engineer hissed, as if someone could hear them. Sniper rolled his eyes.
“I jus’ /told/ you what I’m doin’ here,” he replied impatiently. The Texan shook his head, not moving from his desk. “C’mon, mate, what’s wrong with two men relieving their stress?”
“Everything’s wrong with it!” Engie slammed his fist on his desk, upsetting a cup full of pens. With a sigh the man swiped the writing utensils up and placed them in a drawer. “I /ain’t/ a homosexual. It’s not natural!”
Oddly enough, Sniper found this offensive. His fists clenched, and he spouted the first thing that came to his mind. “Well, I bloody /need/ you, Engie!”
That certainly wiped all expression off Engineer’s face for a moment. Shock registered soon after and Sniper cursed at himself as he realized what he said. Damn. He probably just ruined everything. “S-sorry, mate. I’ll leave now,” Sniper turned and moved to turn the handle to walk out.
“Wait,” Engineer’s voice was soft but firm. Sniper obeyed, though he didn’t look back at the man. Eventually he heard movement and the man was soon grabbing his shoulders and turning the Australian around.
“What did y’say?” Engineer peered up at the taller man with a slight frown, but he wasn’t angry. The expression was more confused than anything, and perhaps a little... hopeful? After all, Sniper had exclaimed his feelings to Engie pretty loud. Did he just want to hear it again?
“You heard me. I said I need you, ya bloody wanker,” Sniper growled lowly. Engineer’s breath caught, and he turned away a little, his frown relaxing into a more thoughtful look. Removing his goggles, he glanced back at Sniper, and the longing was clear in his eyes.
Sniper hesitated. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips against Engineer’s.
Oh, it was so wrong. He knew it and he knew Engineer knew it. The way the other man stiffened up made it seem like he wanted to refuse it, wanted to push the man away. Even so, the other man eventually leaned into the kiss, the Texan’s lips were rough and dry against his own. Unconsciously, Sniper ran his lips across the dry skin.
Sniper was surprised to feel the lips part to let him in, and when his tongue slipped inside Engie’s mouth, his whole body felt like it had been shell-shocked. Engie tasted something like barbecue, wood smoke, and other things he couldn’t name. It was better than anything Sniper had ever tasted.
The Texan didn’t seem to mind his taste either, because his tongue pressed hungrily against Sniper’s own. A noise rose up from Engineer’s throat, and Sniper found himself suddenly pressed against the door. The unexpected change of pace startled the Aussie, and he pulled his lips away with a baffled look to see that Engie seemed to be embarrassed.
“I jus'… I guess I need you too,” he muttered. The words felt good in Sniper’s ears, but he didn’t understand. Hadn’t the man just said that being a fag wasn’t natural? “Jus’ don’t go and let me think about it too much.”
“What’re you talkin’ ab-“ Sniper was interrupted by another heated kiss as Engineer grinded his hips against him. Even through the overalls and his own pants, Sniper could feel his hard on. It was too hard to think, Sniper agreed. It would just get them even more confused, so the Aussie thrust back against the man as their tongues entwined with each other and he let his mind focus on nothing except the man in front of him.
It wasn’t long before Sniper’s hands were undoing the tool belt on Engineer’s hips, and letting it drop to the floor before slipping off his overalls. The shirt followed, and the hat was flung off in the process. They didn’t waste time, in the back of their heated minds they knew anyone could show up at any time. Soon both of them were naked. Something they were used to, but found that they were staring at each other with a different mindset than before. Engineer blushed, and Sniper followed.
“Ah told you not to let me think,” Engie grumbled, rubbing his temples. The Australian agreed, but that didn’t make either of them back down. Engineer pressed back against the other man, mashing his lips against Sniper’s hungrily. Somehow they wound up on the floor, grinding their hips together; their lips slack as they focused on their lower halves.
But it wasn’t enough. Sniper could feel Engineer’s frustration in his coiled muscles as he pulled away, giving the Aussie a heated, though embarrassed, look. “I… don’t have any…”
What did he mean by that? Suddenly the memory of the conversation with Scout hit him, and Sniper flinched a little. Oh, that. Shuffling through his pants, he pulled out the small tube. Engineer looked at him, shocked despite his intense arousal.
“Err, I ran into Scout…” Sniper’s explanation didn’t seem to matter, because the lube wasn’t in his hand anymore, and the cap was being unscrewed. By Engie. Sniper wasn't sure about this one, but he always previously pictured /himself/ as being the dominant one in a relationship. Obviously not now, but he wasn’t going to complain. This was a little awkward as things went anyways.
Sniper couldn’t help but watch as the Texan coated his cock with the slippery substance before looking up at the Australian with a pointed, if a little hesitant, look. Not wanting to let Engineer think twice about what he was doing, Sniper crawled closer to the man.
In a blur, he found himself on his hands and knees, and a finger was up his – holy /shit/ a finger was up - what the /hell/ was Engie doing? He looked back to see the man looking rather flustered, but he gave Sniper a ‘look.'
“Ain’t gunna shove myself in there without gettin’ you ready,” How did Engineer know tha– his mind cut that thought off as a second finger was inserted. It didn’t exactly /hurt/, but it felt weird. Really weird. As the fingers moved around, he couldn’t help but moan a little. Okay, so it felt good. That seemed to egg Engineer on, and he slipped a third finger in.
/That/ hurt. Sniper tensed in pain, hissing through his teeth. Engineer didn’t reply (words weren’t often used in these kinds of situations), but he rested his other hand on Sniper’s ass, rubbing softly. Eventually the stretching didn’t hurt anymore, and when the Aussie relaxed his muscles, Engie pulled his fingers out, making Sniper feel oddly empty. He was filled again, though, by a sudden thrust, all the way in. /All the fucking way in/. Sniper yelped despite himself as his muscles clamped down, trying to rid his body of the intrusion. Engie wasn’t expecting this, or at least not that violent of a reaction.
“Sorry, pard’ner, figured it was like a bandaid, y'know?” Yeah, Sniper knew, but that didn’t make it any less painful. Sniper gritted his teeth, feeling his whole body lock up, and Engineer cursed, massaging his backside.
It took a good three minutes to get Sniper relaxed again, but once he did he realized that having Engineer inside of him wasn’t that bad. In fact, he pushed back against the man. The motion seemed to spur the Texan above him who groaned slightly at the movement.
Slowly, the man started to pull out and then, just before he removed himself completely, thrust back in. Sniper winced a little, but it wasn’t /that/ painful, he’d take it like a man; albeit a homosexual one.
He didn’t have to ‘take it like a man’ for very long. Only a few thrusts later they both were groaning and making pleasurable sounds, and it goaded Engie to pick up the pace. The pace kept increasing, both of them bumping and grinding against each other with loud moans bouncing off the walls and further fueling their lust.
Suddenly, a rather forceful thrust brushed something inside of Sniper, making him cry out like a woman. The noise startled Engie, and he froze in the middle of pulling back out. Sniper growled back at the man.
“Don’t fuckin’ /stop/-!” He snarled, and immediately Engie thrust against him with a grunt, moving at a pace that made Sniper have to shift a little to keep his balance. His stubby nails raked the floor in an attempt to grab onto something.
Every now and then the Texan would hit that one spot, making Sniper’s back arch and a throaty groan rip itself out of his chest. Sweat slicked their bodies and things jumped further as Engineer’s hand moved from the man’s hip to his cock, pumping at the same pace as his thrusts– hard and fast.
The stimulation was becoming too much for Sniper, he could feel pressure building up inside of him. “Ah, I’m gonna…” Sniper cried out sharply as he came, his semen splashing the ground underneath him. His clenching muscles seemed to set Engineer off as well, and Sniper heard the man gasp as he released inside of him.
The feeling of being filled like /that/ was certainly different… but not uncomfortable, not really. Feeling his arms and legs give way as Engineer pulled out of him, Sniper collapsed to the ground breathing heavily. The Texan settled himself next to the man and Sniper was suddenly cuddling with him, stroking the man’s stubbly, almost non-existent hair.
Sniper cleared his throat. “Uh, well,” the awkwardness was back. Engineer chuckled nervously.
“What does this make us now?” Engineer asked, pulling away a little bit to look up at the man. Sniper returned the look, feeling sheepish.
“Well, what d’you /want/ it to be?” He asked. Engineer shrugged, and Sniper suppressed a groan. This wasn’t going to go anywhere if one of them didn’t step up. And he had thought /Engineer/ was going to be the dominant one.
Damn it! Next time, he’d be topping for sure.
...Wait, /next time/?
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